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I’m sitting on a couch beside my childhood

Wondering how sweet it will taste after whiskey

As if it’s golden colour could wash over the past and make it shine despite the rust

But the past is always there

The wounds have all left scars

And all the whiskey really does is make me realise

I’m an adult now

 

 

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last updated 16 July 2014 - 4:29pm
©16 July 2014 - 1:49am — running_with_rabbits
26 August 2014 - 3:25am — Beavis
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;-)

Great poem Dear! I'm either 14 or 104 depending on the day. ;-) wonderful Dear!

31 August 2014 - 11:54am — running_with_rabbits
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:) the real moment of drama

:) the real moment of drama is when the scotch comes forth....

Much Love

Ashley

16 July 2014 - 4:44pm — allets
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Titles On Fire!

This poem is perfect - enjoyed a great deal - B - Stella

 

 

16 July 2014 - 4:58pm — running_with_rabbits
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oh my

perfect? that's intense my love :) and thank you

Much Love

Ashley